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He went to the next room. It was the same room with the same decorations and the same lighting. On top of the shrine was a bottle, and inside it was a completely black "Black Infant".

After he finished bowing, Samit said that this kind of Black Infant was born with a defect in its external body.

I asked. Is it a freak?

He nodded his head and said yes, that's why your Second Uncle would use the method of refining corpse oil to turn a baby's body completely black. Because the appearance of a defective White Infant is different from the one I mentioned earlier, the internal defects of the White Infant, as such, are on the surface, making it extremely inferior and caused it to have a large amount of grievance after death, so using the method of refining corpse oil to recover the body's deficiencies, but the sequela of this technique is that the body would turn black.

I asked Samit, don't you have some here? Why did you make Steamed Bun wait for more than a month when you placed the order?

Samit said that this was a way of doing business, and it gave the customer the false impression that our things were all tailor-made, and not in demand.

As soon as he said that, I understood. I thought that only a fruit phone would do such a thing. I didn't expect other industries to do the same.

But there was nothing to say, it was not wicked at all, just as Samit had said, for business, without any means, how could one earn money?

The third room held two "Holy Infant", and they were relatively big. Samit said, the Holy Infant was a complete baby, it did not have internal or external diseases, it died not long after birth, this was called the Holy Infant, it was of a rather high grade, this thing could not attract money, but it could gather feng shui, and once it had feng shui, wouldn't there be anything that it could desire? Some of the people at the top of society would use these because at their level, what was most important sometimes was not money, but their lives, or their families, or their political status. Therefore, the Holy Infant could satisfy the needs of this type of people, so the Holy Infant was relatively more expensive.

Samit said that in the fourth room, the Two-headed Infant s had originally been placed there.

I asked him, why is this Two-headed Infant so powerful? Why can't you guys suppress it?

This kind of Two-headed Infant is extremely rare in the entire world. This kind of serious body deformity would bring them great psychological harm, and adding on to that, this Two-headed Infant was given away by an abortion, I don't know if you believe it or not, Buddhist care about the reincarnation of life and death, and you simply can't imagine how difficult the process of a life completing the reincarnation and reincarnation of process is.

After hearing his words, I broke out in a cold sweat. It was terrifying just thinking about it. A fetus that was waiting to be reincarnated, a soul that looked forward to life, was suddenly forcefully killed … It was a terrible thought.

After visiting the Holy Infant, we walked down the stairs. As we passed by his bedroom, I saw through the unlocked door that there was a painting on the wall with a furry animal on it.

Why did it look so familiar?

Now that he thought about it, in Second Uncle's bedroom, there was also an identical painting of an animal!

Returning to the living room on the first floor and sitting on the high grade sofa, I asked him, just now I accidentally saw a portrait in your bedroom. My Second Uncle's House has one too, what exactly is this thing?

Samit laughed out loud. He said that this was something that your Second Uncle had invited.

I asked him, what is the Maoju Spirit?

He said that this thing was rather strange. Many years ago, your Second Uncle and many highly educated people went to the countryside to work.

Rural work? I asked him, Are you talking about Kenji cutting in line from the countryside?

He nodded and said yes, at that time, there was a labor boom in China, and Dong Qing went with many Zhiqing to a village called "Back Ridge Gully" in Mulan County, Harbin, Heilongjiang Province, northeast.

As Samit's English and the original intention of the story weren't the same, I reorganized what happened that year, but the original intent didn't change.

In the old society, the funeral industry was quite prosperous because of the influence of feudal superstition. At that time, there were three evil-doers in the circle of funeral and interment, called the "Three Devils", the "Ghost Spirit, the Ghost Spirit, the Ghost Spirit".

Ghost spirits only relied on stealing tombs to dig tombs. Ghost spirits stole corpses to marry other people. Ghost spirits wore yellow gowns to disguise themselves as Taoists to trick people.

Forget about the other two, just speak of the "Ghost Spirit Dao".

It was not entirely accurate to say that the Ghost Spirit Society was pretending to be a Taoist, because they did have some ability, and this kind of people relied on other people's funeral to do something, causing strange things to happen to this family frequently, either their family members were infected, or the dead people came back to do something, and then the Ghost Spirit Society would settle the matter for you, and you could get good fees, and then you could extort and extort and mess around the Jianghu.

At that time, in the back mountains, in the village, there lived the Ghost Spirit Dao. His surname was Wang, and everyone called him "Taoist Wang." At that time, no one knew that he had been lacking in virtue and had always had a high reputation.

This incident happened all over Taoist Wang.

That day, he received guests at home. After finishing his business, he left the guests to treat them to a meal.

Taoist Wang's son went to cook dumplings and the two chatted.

Just as they were chatting happily, his son ran into the restaurant in a flurry. The dumplings in the pot had disappeared and turned into stone eggs.

Taoist Wang was puzzled, how could a good dumpling become a stone? So the two got up and went to the kitchen to have a look.

When he lifted the lid of the pot, sure enough, a pot of pebble-shaped stone eggs was being cooked in the pot with a sound of "Gu Gu Gu Gu".

Taoist Wang took the wok out from the stove and sealed the fire. He then opened the rice jar and the surface pocket respectively and looked around. After he said that, he understood what was going on.

The guest was a little confused. He thought that Taoist Wang invited him to dinner was just to be polite, but he really did stay, as Taoist Wang had no choice but to act out a play called "Dumplings become rocks". Since he did not want to treat him to it, he found an excuse.

Taoist Wang seemed to be able to see through his thoughts. He pulled him up and left, saying that today's meal was set, he would definitely not lie to you.

Although the guests were confused, they still followed him to the only restaurant in the village to eat.

Taoist Wang might look like someone who did wicked things, but he was generous and ordered a table of food. There were no outsiders around, he just threw up his cheeks and started eating.

In the end, when he was almost done eating, Taoist Wang spoke. He said that my son did not lie, and the dumplings in the pot did indeed turn into stones.

The customer wondered, was the dumpling stolen? How poor must this place be? Why would they even steal dumplings?

Taoist Wang said it wasn't stolen by humans, but by a guy called 'Maoju Spirit'.

The customer was a little surprised. He had never heard of 'Maoju Spirit' before, so he was rather curious and wanted him to quickly say what was the matter.